| Your clothes spread out on the floor, just like it was before
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| A home run is a hit I’ll never score
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| The hours before the break of dawn, are as fragile as a song
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| And can go on and on and on and on and on
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| We wait for the light, to break through the summer night
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| Hope I run into you tomorrow
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| And I hope you will talk to me until
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| The morning comes, until the morning comes
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| Looking for my clothes on the floor, I gently close the door
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| In times like these, you’re all I’m looking for
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| And I swear to God I know that I want to struggle to get by
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| The fact that all the good things someday die
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| Because all the good things someday die
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| We wait for the light, to break through the summer night
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| Hope I run into you tomorrow
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| And I hope you will talk to me until
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| The morning comes, until the morning comes
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| The morning comes, until the morning comes
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| Until the morning comes, 'till the morning comes
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| We wait for the light, to break through the summer night
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| Hope I run into you tomorrow
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| And I hope you will talk to me until
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| The morning comes, until the morning comes
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| The morning comes, until the morning comes
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| Until the morning comes |